Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.